Fleeting
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Cynthia Buhain-baello
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We speak as though days are forever
In vain, draw plans for tomorrow
And yet many wake up never
Their sudden parting brings much sorrow.
Time does not have a master
And Death, he comes without an invite
Today could be our ever after
Who knows, we may not see
tomorrow's light?
All rights reserved ~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.20.14
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